hair. She spoiled two corking lines for me by not wearing it where you'd naturally expect a necklace to be worn."
Minot maneuvered so as to intercept Lord Harrowby under the portico.
"May I speak with you a moment?" he inquired. Harrowby bowed, and they stepped into the shadows of the drive.
"Lord Harrowby," said Minot, trying to keep the excitement from his voice, "I have certain information about one of the guests here this evening that I believe would interest you. Your lordship has been badly buffaloed. One of our fellow diners at Mrs. Bruce's table holds the title of the ablest jewel thief in America!"
He watched keenly to catch Lord Harrowby's start of surprise. Alas, he caught nothing of the sort.
"Nonsense," said his lordship nonchalantly. "You mustn't let your imagination carry you away, dear chap."
"Imagination nothing! I know what I'm talking about." And then Minot added sarcastically: "Sorry to bore you with this."
